Ow papercut.

12 to 1 is the dangerous hour. The hour when the world is asleep and you are not quite sure why you're still awake. It is the hour when brooding notions enter your mind. When despairs seeps in. 12 - 1 is the hour of Self-Piteous Thoughts, when the pit is at its widest.

In times like this we turn to people, or we go to sleep.

When we turn to people we expect a sympathetic ear. After all, most of us are more or less aware that we are indulging in self-pity when we whine. It is cathartic after all, and at the same time an indulgence in the ego, whining is always done so intensely or eloquently so as to portray the hapless whiner as trapped in a solution-proof crisis of catastrophic proportions that no one can understand or solve. But at the end of the day we all know what must be done.

And when we sleep? Oblivion, or dreams.